Sat on the bathroom counter with a blade in your hand was not how you expected to start your day. But when a grumpy wolverine demands you help him clean up his beard... you cant tell him no.

"Stop smiling." You grumble as a slow smirk pulls onto his face at the proximity. A clear tension between the friendship you guys had kindled.

"Why not?" He toys, placing his hands on your thighs as he stood between them.